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Janvier’s face, exposing the almost feral ruthlessness of his true self. “You will not go to him alone.” It was an order.
    Intrigued—Janvier never used force when he could as easily persuade—she put one hand on her hip. “I know his rep.” Going into a hunt blind was just asking for death. Especially when it involved an angel who inspired as much whispered terror as Nazarach. “I’m not his type.”
    “You’re wrong. Nazarach has always collected the unique and unattainable.” Stepping back, he walked to the wardrobe, the line of his back sleek with muscle. “Give me a moment to dress and pack.”
    “I don’t need a bodyguard.”
    “If you walk out of here alone, I’ll simply follow you.” Steel in those moss and shadow eyes. “Much easier to take me along.”
    She shrugged. “You want to waste your time, that’s up to you.”
    A pause as he studied her, cool intelligence rising past the hot burn of temper. “You intended to take me along all the time,” he said at last. “Now you try to play me. Shame on you, Ashwini.”
    How the hell did he read her that way? “Guild says this is touchy,” she admitted. “I figured the fact that you know the players would provide a nice noncombative entrée into their world.”
    “So you will use me.” Pulling on a white T-shirt, he covered up that body her fingers wanted to stroke, wanted to know, safe in the knowledge that it would be only Janvier under her fingertips, no ghosts, no echoes, nothing but the beautiful, infuriating vampire himself. “Perhaps I’ll ask you for recompense.”
    “Half my fee.” Fair was fair—it’d be much faster and easier to get to Callan Fox with Janvier by her side.
    “I don’t need money, cher .” Pulling out a duffel, he began to pack with almost military efficiency. “If I do this, you will owe me a favor.”
    “Not to hunt you?” She shook her head. “I can’t promise that. The Guild would have my badge.”
    He waved off her words with that wicked, wicked smile he seemed to save just for her. “ Non , this favor will be between Ashwini and Janvier, no one else. It will be personal.”
    The sensible thing would’ve been to walk away… but then, she’d never been big on sensible. “Deal.”
    N azarach ran Atlanta from a gracious old plantation house that had been converted for angelic inhabitants. “Very Southern,” Ashwini said as the limo glided down the drive. “Must admit, it’s not quite what I expected.”
    Janvier stretched out his long legs as much as he could. “You’re used to Archangel Tower.”
    “Hard not to be. It dominates Manhattan.” Raphael’s Tower, the place from which the archangel effectively ruled North America, had become as much a symbol of New York as the ubiquitous red apple. “Have you ever seen it at night? It’s like a knife of light, cutting through the sky.” Beauty and cruelty intertwined.
    “Once or twice,” Janvier said. “I’ve never been close to Raphael, though. You?”
    She shook her head. “I hear he’s one scary s.o.b.”
    The vampire driving them met her eyes in the rearview mirror. “That’s putting it mildly.”
    Janvier leaned forward, his interest buzzing along her skin. “You’ve met the archangel?”
    “He came to Atlanta for a meeting with my sire six months ago.” Ashwini saw goose bumps rise over the vampire’s skin. “I thought I knew what power felt like. I was wrong.”
    Hearing that from a vampire who was no newborn made Ashwini damn glad she was “only” dealing with a midlevel angel. “Huge windows that open out into nothing,” she said, caught again by the timeless elegance of the plantation house as it came into focus. “Easy to fall out of one.”
    Janvier put his arm around the back of the seat. “Angels can fly.”
    “Janvier.”
    A chuckle, fingers stroking across her hair as he removed his hand. “Would you like to fly?”
    She thought of her dreams, that sensation of falling endlessly, caught in a